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“I’m sorry,” I said, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing. Because antagonizing a naked werewolf seemed counterintuitive. “I didn’t want to freak you out, and I didn’t know if I could trust you at first. And after that, it seemed a little late to tell you the truth, and I panicked, and here we are. Also, it was sort of funny to see how far you would go to try to conceal your wolfy tendencies.”
“So you know about everything?” he asked, incredulous.
“Not everything but most things. I treated Samson for a lot of different bramble- and bear-related injuries.”
He shuddered. “But you know my whole family?”
I nodded.
“And you’ve probably heard a few stories.”
I nodded again.
“You know about the incident with the moose, huh?”
My eyebrows arched. “Uh, no.”
“Never mind.”
I pushed myself to my feet and gestured to the bed. “Can we get off the floor now that all our cards are on the table?”
He practically dived across the room and under the covers, fluffing them into a strange, nestlike configuration around him. He lifted the corner to let me crawl in next to him. Leaning against the headboard, he pulled me against his chest. He pushed my tangled hair back from my face. “So you’re a doctor?”
“Mostly emergency medicine, but then I transferred to more of a family practice a few years ago. I had to leave that job for, uh, personal reasons.”
“I know,” he muttered. When I shot him a confused look, he added, “It’s just a surprise, that’s all. I thought we were on a more even playing field.”
“I’m still the same person. I just have a couple extra pieces of paper you didn’t know about.”
“But you must have made a lot of money before, been comfortable. Why are you living in cheap motels and working in grocery stores?” he asked.
“I did make decent money early on in my medical career. I was very comfortable. And I can honestly tell you I have never been so miserable in my life. Living up here works better for me.”
“Why?” he asked, and we both laughed a little.
“Because Glenn can’t take it all away again. I had just enough time to start thinking of Tampa as home before he showed up and broke my face. And that was after he harassed me ‘anonymously’ at work until my new coworkers were scared to be seen with me or go out with me, because they didn’t know what my crazy ex-husband would do. I made the people around me tense and nervous. It felt like I was taking everybody around me down with me.”
Caleb seemed to grasp the fact that he needed to ignore the unusual number of details I’d just let slip in favor of mocking me in some way. “What was your plan? Just bounce around the country forever?”
“Not forever, just a couple of years!” I exclaimed.
“That’s a crappy plan.”
“As opposed to your plan of waiting until you phased next to me in my sleep to tell me that you’re a supernatural creature?”
“I was going to tell you!” he protested. “It’s a difficult thing to fit into conversation, that’s all. Do you realize how much easier this would have been for me if you’d just told me you knew I was a werewolf?”
“So you keeping secrets from me was my fault?”>Breathing. Breathing would be good. But I couldn’t seem to draw air. His mouth was everywhere, nibbling my lips, trailing along my jaw, nipping at my throat, stealing all of my oxygen and rational thought. There were no muffled voices from the other rooms. There was no questionable carpet. Only warm lips, clashing teeth, and strong fingers digging into my hips.
I was so focused on the hot, insistent pressure against my mouth that I didn’t notice that somewhere between the door and the bed, my shirt came off. I yanked at his jacket, pushing it from his shoulders as he stumbled back and landed against the mattress with a squeak. Our descent had just enough bounce to send me tumbling toward the edge of the bed, but Caleb caught me and rolled me back over him.
I barely resisted the urge to laugh into his bare chest, biting down gently on his Adam’s apple. He moaned softly, threading his fingers through my short hair and pulling me closer. His hands stroked and petted, slowly peeling away my jeans and bra. My pulse jumped every time his hands brushed my breasts, and my hips jerked.
I lost track of time, getting acquainted with the body that, well, let’s face it, I had been ogling for weeks. His skin was so smooth. I couldn’t resist reciting the muscle-group names as I traced my fingertips along his arms, down his stomach and thighs. Deltoid, pectoralis major, external oblique, quadriceps femoris—all connected and fairly shaking as I ran my hands over them.
He flipped me onto my back, growling low as he worried my collarbone with his teeth. Lips open and wet, he ran his mouth in one smooth line from my breasts to my belly button, pressing one last kiss to the little bow on the waistline of my panties. I giggled, until he nudged the panties aside and plunged two fingers inside me. Then I gasped, grinding my hips against the palm of his hand. I came with embarrassing speed, but it had been a very long time since someone had touched me. I threw my head back, panting as I felt that first spasm of my climax. I rode it out, wave after wave, until I was sweaty and still beneath him.
I heard the crinkle of foil as he settled between my thighs, peppering my breasts with kisses as he aligned our bodies. I hissed as parts of me long left ignored stretched and flexed around him. He stopped, hovering over me, watching me.
